The stadium lights suddenly turned off, as the crowd went silent. The entire stadium was silent with anticipation as Young by Hollywood Undead blasted throughout the arena. A single spotlight turned on as a 5'9" male, strutted out, sporting an all black suit with a red tie. The spotlight followed the man's every movement as he swaggered down the ramp with a mic in hand.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, well especially the ladies!", he spoke the last part with a wink to a nearby girl in the audience. "Some of you don't know me, but the rest of you know WHO I AM!", with the last part, some of the crowd exploded in boo's. A smile crossed his face as he looked around the crowd. "I am the headliner, I am the career killer, I AM THE NEXT GENERATION OF SUPERSTARS! My name is CHRIS JAMES! I have a message for all you has-beens and wannabes out there, watch your back because the real deal is here! If any of you want to contest what I am saying than come out here right now! I am issuing an open challenge to anyone and everyone!"

With that he dropped the mic, he ran and slid into the ring. Inside the ring, he quickly removed his suit jacket, tie, and s**t but leaving his suit pants on. He bounced around the ring, waiting for whoever may accept his challenge.